A New Auld Lang Syne

A Poem by Bob B

(This poem can be sung to the melody of "Auld Lang Syne.")

It's been a year from hell--one that

We might choose to forget.

Our routine and our very lives

Have been under constant threat.

Let’s raise a glass and give a toast,

For we have reached the end

Of 2020. Will good things

Await us 'round the bend?

A deadly virus spread and still

It takes a heavy toll.

Let's hope the vaccines wipe it out;

That will be the New Year's goal.

Let’s raise a glass and give a toast,

For we have reached the end

Of 2020. Will good things

Await us 'round the bend?

The votes were cast; the people spoke.

Now let's shout out three cheers,

For gone will be the one who gave

Us four nightmarish years.

Let’s raise a glass and give a toast,

For we have reached the end

Of 2020. Will good things

Await us 'round the bend?

-by Bob B (12-31-20)

© 2020 Bob B

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barleygirl

Haven't seen you around & sorry now I've been missing your posts. I always love your straightforward way of laying things out the way you see it, but in this poem you seem to soften your approach, burying an artful snark within a hopeful lyrical rendition of that tired old tune that sorely needed an update! I was not overly impacted by covid since I live a solitary life, but I am deeply bothered by the constant slaughter that seems to be addressed by hardly anyone. Thanks for remembering that the death toll still rings constantly. I love how you balance hope with reality (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie